It had been three nights since the sabotage. Three nights since Adrian’s warning—someone’s hunting you—and she still couldn’t breathe without tasting smoke.
Her garage smelled different now. The metallic hum that used to calm her felt like a ticking clock, every sound too sharp, every shadow too alive. She’d rebuilt the fuel line herself, stripped and rewired the car until her hands bled. Fixing things was easier than thinking about him.
But she could still feel his voice, low and steady, playing in her head like background static.
> “I’ll be too busy making sure you live through it.”
Luna slammed the hood shut harder than she meant to. “You don’t get to live rent-free in my head, Cross,” she muttered, rubbing her arm across her forehead.
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